The scarlet train sped all the way, leaving behind a long ribbon of milky white smoke that would not disperse for a long time.

The view from the window has changed from the dark mountains around Hogwarts to the endless fields, and the turquoise colors are refreshing.

In the last car of the Hogwarts Express, a group of people were chatting happily about the Quidditch World Cup.

It's just that Clark found that Harry sometimes looked at him intentionally or unintentionally while chatting.

So he made an excuse to go to the bathroom, got up and walked out of the carriage.

Then, within a few moments, Harry followed.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

Clark stood in the empty cubicle to the side, looked at Harry as he looked around, and asked, startling him.

"Clark, you're scared me to death, didn't you go to the bathroom?" Harry patted his chest, as if he was still a little apprehensive.

Clark looked at him and smiled slightly, and said pointedly, "I'm not afraid that some people won't find me." ”

Harry smiled awkwardly, and Clark stopped teasing him.

Through telepathic ability, he had actually read Harry's shallow thinking a long time ago, and of course he knew that the other party was looking for him.

"Okay, let's talk, what are you looking for me?"

"I'm looking for you mainly for...... For the sake of the one you said earlier...... Things about the resurrection. Harry said, slurring.

Clark had already guessed what he was going to say, and the smile on his face was still there.

"I thought you were going to say something, don't worry, since I have promised you, I will naturally not forget it." He patted Harry on the shoulder, "But the exact timing is up for debate." ”

He pondered it for a moment, then said, "As far as I can see, it's best not to let your godfather know about this, after all, the resurrection of the dead soul is not a good thing in the eyes of many people, even your godfather. ”

"That makes sense, so when exactly are we going to start?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Just choose when you stay at your aunt's house," Clark gave his answer, "don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to pick you up when the time comes." ”

Harry was anxious, but he knew that this kind of thing was completely controlled by Clark, so he could only nod reluctantly.

Clark naturally saw his thoughts, and comforted him: "If you want me to say, this matter is not urgent, although we have the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" in our hands, we have to think about it in the long run." If it were as simple as resurrecting a dead soul, there would be so many people in this world who have come back from the dead."

"Okay, we've been out for a while, let's go back quickly."

He pushed Harry on his back and returned to the last carriage.

For the rest of the journey, perhaps because of Clark's assurance, Harry seemed to be in a much better mood.

He played a few games with Ron and Ginny, and when the witch with the snack cart arrived, he bought a lunch for everyone in the room.

After they had eaten, they rested for a while, and when they opened their eyes again, the natural scenery outside the car window had receded into a variety of low-rise houses.

The train slowly stopped at the platform of King's Cross Station, and Clark and the others got off the train with their luggage, and as soon as they left the platform, they saw Harry's uncle.

After all, the Muggle was standing far away from the Weasleys, and he looked at them suspiciously, and it was very conspicuous to look at them.

And when Mrs. Weasley welcomed Harry with a hug, his suspicion that the strange couple were wizards seemed to be confirmed.

"We'll get back to you about the World Cup!" As they parted, Ron yelled behind Harry, causing Harry's brother-in-law to frown.

So when Harry walked up to Uncle Vernon with the luggage cart containing the boxes and Hedwig's cage, Uncle Vernon greeted him in his usual way, "What did that kid mean by that?" What World Cup? ”

He roared, glaring at Harry viciously.

"The Quidditch World Cup is a sporting event in the wizarding world." Harry said cheerfully, "I've promised them that we'll go to the game together." ”

"Not allowed!" Harry's brother-in-law spat and said, "You are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission!" ”

"But my godfather has allowed it." Harry said this deliberately.

"The Godfather?" His Uncle Vernon's eyes widened, "You don't have a father!"

"No, I have," Harry smirked, "he's my parents' best friend, a convicted murderer, you should have seen on TV news last summer." ”

Uncle Vernon's cheeks twitched.

"But you don't have to worry, he's out now, and the government of the wizarding world has dropped the charges against him.

And he's going to pick me up and take me to live with him during the holidays, and maybe he'll come and see me and see if I'm happy......"

Harry smiled happily at Uncle Vernon's horrified expression as he pushed the luggage cart towards the exit of the station, Hedwig flying lightly in front of him, ready to go together for a summer that looked much better than last year.

However, they had barely walked down the steps of the station when they saw Clark not far away, preparing to board a black Audi sedan.

Harry, as if he remembered something about his godfather, suddenly dropped his luggage and hurried towards Clark.

"Wait, Clark! Wait, Clark! ”

Harry's voice came from afar, and Clark stopped and looked back at him, "What's the matter?" Harry. ”

"I have something important to tell you." Harry calmed his breath for a moment, then glanced at the driver in the car again.

"Rest assured, no one can hear what they are talking about." Clark said.

"It's about Peter Pettigrew," Harry recalled, after organizing the language for a moment, "and on the day of my divination exam, Professor Trelawney became very—very strange. ”

"Oh, yes?" Clark gave him a curious look, "You mean she's weirder than usual?" ”

No, it was completely different from her usual behavior, her voice was very low, her eyes were rolling, and she sat upright in her chair as if she was sick.

She said...... She said that Voldemort's servant would break free from his chains and join Voldemort in darkness and blood, and that the servant would help him to come back and become stronger and more terrifying than before. ”

Harry looked up at Clark with a worried expression, "Then Professor Trelawney returned to his normal state, he doesn't remember saying that. Could it be—could it be that she made a real prophecy? The servant in this prophecy is Peter Pettigrew? ”

Clark looked a little surprised, but he didn't give his answer right away, but pondered for a while, and then said uncertainly.

"You know, Harry, I think it's very likely, Professor Trelawney is the great-great-granddaughter of a prophet after all, and who knows if she inherited her gift for prophecy."

"If that's the case, Clark, Peter Pettigrew ......"

"Harry, it's not your business to worry about," Clark interrupted, "Peter Pettigrew has been imprisoned in Azkaban, and with so many experienced Aurors watching, he can't play any tricks. And with my reminder, they had abolished his magic in advance, and Peter Pettigrew was now a Muggle who couldn't use magic. ”

"But—I was in the theater and stopped Sirius and Professor Lupin from killing Pettigrew! If I had approved of them killing Pettigrew...... If Voldemort makes a comeback, it's my fault. Harry said with some reluctance.

"No," Clark whispered, "Harry, you know what, I learned a lot from the recent experience of using the Time Turner to save Hermione. ”

"The river of fate is so vast, and the cause and effect of our actions are always so complex and changeable, that it is very difficult to predict the future.

Professor Trelawney may have seen a fragment of the future, but it is only a wave in the long river of time, and we do not know the beginning or the end of the matter, or even how much bubble is in the wave.

In this case, blindly believing in the so-called prophecy and trying to avoid and eliminate the possibility of the prophecy happening, it is possible to fall into the trap of fate and promote the occurrence of the prophecy. ”

Seeing that Harry didn't seem to be able to listen to this, Clarke changed his words.

"Besides, you can repay your grievances with virtue and spare Peter Pettigrew's life, which in itself is a very noble act."

"But if he helps Voldemort make a comeback—"

"There's no way he's going to help Voldemort make a comeback, Professor Trelawney's prophecy doesn't have to be him, and even if it is, you gave Peter Pettigrew the life of you, and you sent Voldemort an assistant you owe you affection......

When one wizard saves the life of another, there is a connection between them...... If my guess is correct, Voldemort would not like the affection that his servant owes Harry Potter. ”

"I don't want anything to do with Pettigrew!" Harry said, "He betrayed my parents!" ”

"That's the deepest, most elusive magical connection, Harry. But trust me...... One day you'll be glad that you saved Pettigrew's life this time. ”

Harry couldn't imagine the day when Clark seemed to have insight into his thoughts.

"I don't know your father, Harry," he said mildly, "but from what Lupin and Black described him, your father might have saved Pettigrew in that situation." The reason for this was not to spare the murderer, but that he would never see his best friend's hands stained with blood again. ”

Clarke's words left Harry speechless for a long time, yes, Blake and Lupin really weren't worth killing because of that scumbag.

At this time, Harry's Aunt Vernon, who was not far away, was already waiting a little impatiently, and he grabbed Harry's luggage and strode over to the two of them, ready to interrupt their conversation.

But as the rude words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered the murderous godfather Harry had just told him.

"I said, how long are you going to talk? I don't have time to wait for you here. "Uncle Vernon's attitude is not good, but it is still restrained.

Harry was about to answer, but Clark spoke first, "You're Harry's brother-in-law, I've heard Harry mention you occasionally." ”

In the face of Clark's accosting, Harry's uncle-in-law did not have a good face, after all, in his opinion, since the little guy in front of him was Harry's classmate, he must also be a freak wizard.

However, the next moment, when he caught a glimpse of the title on the business card that Clark handed him, his face instantly changed color, and he bent over and looked like a pug.

None of them, just because Clark has the title of "Deputy Director of InterContinental Hotels Group" in his business card.

As the management of the Granning Drilling Company, Vernon has certainly heard of this hotel group that has become famous in the industry, after all, there will be no shortage of various construction projects in the hotel, and it can be regarded as an excellent big customer.

Faced with his flattering Uncle Harry, Clark sent him aside with a few words. It's just that he interrupted him like this, and Harry couldn't talk to Clark about Peter Pettigrew anymore.

The two chatted a little more, and finally, under the eager gaze of Aunt Vernon, Clark got into the Audi sedan and walked away.

"Harry, you didn't tell me you had such a classmate!"

Looking at the black sedan in the distance, Aunt Vernon couldn't help but complain to Harry, "It's all connections, it's connections, you know!" ”

But they didn't see it, in the departing car, Clark leaned quietly on the leather seat, and the dark golden pupils flashed with a faint light.

"Prophecy? I didn't expect things to turn out like this, that Professor Trelawney could still predict it like the original book. ”

……

Just as the students of Hogwarts were returning to their homes, thousands of miles away, on the shores of the Atlantic North Sea, in the waters near Norway, in an unknown and unknown hidden space.

Dark grey reefs protrude from the cold mist, and the pitch-black castle looms in the mist.

In the castle, one of the most notorious dark wizards in the British wizarding world is imprisoned, and Malfoy, the schoolmaster of Hogwarts, can only be regarded as a younger brother compared to them.

Among them, Bella Trix Lestrange, a die-hard Voldemort supporter and Sirius Black's cousin, was leaning her face against the cold baring and screaming wildly at the cell opposite.

"Peter Pettigrew! You damned bedbug, shameful traitor, you betrayed your master, I'm going to kill you! ”

Angry roars echoed from cell to cell, scaring many of the already weakened prisoners into screaming.

Peter Pettigrew, who was named by Bella, was no exception, and after the abolition of his magic, he was already a Muggle at this time, and he had no resistance to the influence of the Dementors.

In just a few days after arriving in Azkaban, he looked like he had aged a decade, and his thinning hair was gone.

At this moment, under Bella's intimidation, the string in his mind finally couldn't hold back and snapped.

Saliva flowed from the corners of Peter's mouth, and at this moment, he finally became a fool.

But what no one saw was that a trace of bright red blood began to fill Peter's pupils, and soon took over his eyes.

The next moment, this guy who was supposed to be stupid regained a calm look on his face, and the vicious cursing and cold and terrifying aura around him seemed to have left him.

He calmly looked around, and then made a move that surprised everyone, which was to slash his wrist with sharpened nails.

Crimson blood flowed from his wound in an instant, but under the influence of a mysterious force, it was suspended in front of Peter Pettigrew.

As he lost more and more blood, Peter's face became paler and paler, and the blood cells in front of him grew larger.

Eventually, when the blood on Peter's face was gone, and even his eyes turned gray, the blood ball in front of him condensed into a clear crystal with blood-colored light in a "click, click" sound.

The bright red light illuminated the entire cell, and even Bella's face on the opposite side was dyed red.

The prisoners in the surrounding cells trembled as if they had fallen into a bloody hell, but Bella, looking at this blood crystal with an excited face, she felt a breath from this thing that made her heart palpitate.

That breath was so familiar, even if it was tens or hundreds of years away, she would never forget it.

"The hosts! Are you coming to pick me up? I knew that, woo......"